it was all just a dream
I had a dream, a beautiful dream, and he was in it, he was. I don’t even know who he was or what his name was. All I knew was that he looked familiar, his touch felt familiar, his gaze felt familiar and I felt so at home around him. I would kill to have this dream again or have him appear in more of my dreams again, but it hasn’t happened as of yet. Well un-ironically, one can still dream. I remember it all so vaguely, it started with me sleeping, probably dreaming inside a dream and then i heard slow footsteps approaching me and i felt my heart do somersaults in my chest as i felt someone come closer and closer until the presence stood by my bed, then sat on it by my side and i felt like my heart stopped, i felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and this presence started to shake me, i mustered up all the courage I had and turned to face it or rather, him.
